Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.